Touring as an opening act for a huge rock band and landing a record contract means youâve hit the big time, right?Sadly, neither of those things gave Rusty Crawford, lead guitarist of the band Black Addiction, worldwide fame and fortune. Which was a shame because he had the lifestyle down to a fine artâwithout the clichĂŠd stint in rehab.
Even being back in the Bronx, paying his dues didnât rattle the charismatic axe man, ladies loved him and men wanted to be him. Fate would just have to catch up. Seemed like fate had more than just a platinum album planned for his future.
Alison Williams had the perfect life. Or at least she did until her world came crashing down around her, in the most epic way.
With her future no longer a certainty she finds herself out of her comfort zone and into unchartered territoryâa place where Rusty Crawford likes to spend most of his time.
Will the charming and ridiculously hot rock god help her find her feet, or send her further down the rabbit hole? One thing was for sure; both of them were in for the ride of their lives.
In hindsight, I shouldnât have been so surprised. There werenât many bars in our little neighborhood where you didnât need a Hep C shot before you entered. This particular establishment promised an impressive beer menu without the risk of a communicable disease, so it would stand to reason he would know about it too.
âHi.â Was all I was able to manage, convinced he was probably talking to someone else. Perhaps he meant the Amazonian redhead who was sitting to my left, openly staringâthat would make a hell of a lot of more sense. They could probably shoot joint commercials for teeth whitener and make adorable, if not freakishly tall, children together.
âI couldnât help but notice your friend stole your drink. Ordinarily Iâd overlook such thievery, but Iâd hate for there to be a brawl in my favorite bar. So in the interest of keeping the peace, Iâd like to replace it for you.â His voice smooth, as was his delivery. I had to remember to breathe.
âShe wasnât going to drink it, but you can totally buy her another drink,â Renee answered before Iâd gotten the chance. Her smile widened as she turned to face me and mouthed the words âheâs hot.â She neednât have bothered; his hotness was not something that needed to be confirmed.
âThatâs okay, Iâm good.â Thankfully words came out of my mouth even if they sounded in no way intelligent.
âWell, glad to hear youâre good. Nice to meet you, my name is Rusty.â He smiled as he moved in closer, his hand signaling the bartender. âWhat were you drinking?â
In what I can only explain as temporary insanityâprobably from the shock of having the beautiful man talking to meâI blurted out, âI have a boyfriend.â
I officially wanted to die.
While I did have a boyfriend, and hopefully in a few hours I would be moving into his upscale apartment, there was no reason to announce it so dramatically. Almost as if to prove that I hadnât secretly fantasized about him while in the shower every day this weekâwhich I had. Sweat prickled at my brow.
âIs that some code for youâre not thirsty?â Rustyâs lips curved in amusement. While the words werenât sexy, the humor in his voice was a definite turn on, a hot button straight to my libido as he stood there grinning at me.
âNo, I-I just mean I canât accept . . .â What was the word again? âA drink from you.â Yes, thatâs what I wanted to say. âOr . . . or anyone else. N-not just you.â My mouth tried to regain some composure. It really wasnât doing a great job.
âWell, would you look at the time? I have a thing, wouldnât want to be late.â Renee tapped her naked wristâher watch missing in action, as was her tact. âCall me, Ali.â She gave me a hug and whispered, âIf you donât screw this guy, youâre dead to me.â And just like that, she evaporated from the room.
Awesome.
âYour friend always bail on you like that, Ali?â Rustyâs voice curled seductively around my name as he smiled, moving to the barstool Renee had vacated.
With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.
While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley, the wonder dog.
An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn’t lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and yet easy enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past “colorful” experiences and the amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are empowered women who don’t have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.
T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colorful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey – she is well and truly enjoying the ride!
Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.
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